On August 14th, happiness came in my door step in the form of a fluffy ball of fur with four legs. Her eyes were still adjusting to the monochromatic tone of light and she was the size of my hands. Wrapped in a warm blanket, she was gifted as a responsibility and that’s how I got my very own first pet. Before her I only had a cactus plant that i felt responsible of . Now, in my narrow shoulders a new responsibility was added, a life that I should take care of. It’s astonishing how quickly we get attached to our pet even though there’s a strong language barrier between us but you know what they say “Love needs no language.” I named my four legged friend “Bambi” because her eyes resembled a doe and Bambi was a Disney animated cartoon of a deer that I used to watch when I was kid. I didn’t quite understand the power and emphasis of the word “motherhood” but somehow I was giving all my motherly love and devotion to my Bambi. From bathing her, cleaning up the mess she made and sweeping away the poop, I enjoyed doing it. I didn’t mind sharing my bed with her, in fact her presence made my sleep more sound and comforting. Her small sneeze from her cute little button like nose was bliss to my ear. Time went by and she became older and I became more distant. My priorities changed and I couldn’t give her as much time that I used to. With all those ongoing events that were going on I never forgot to share my hi-fives with her whenever I left my house. My palms and her paws.
( “Love needs no language.”)
But one day, things took a sudden turn, when I returned from my college and looked for her she wasn’t there where she was supposed to be. I asked my mother of her where beings. My mother lied about she getting adopted at first but later I found out that she passed away. She was lying to save me from blaming myself but little did she know guilt and regret already took hold of me. I did blame myself for not being responsible enough, for not caring enough. It was exactly one week before Kukur Tihar my Bambi passed away. It was horrible enough to see other dogs in the neighborhood getting pampered on that one particular day. It made me miss my friend more than ever. Her loss still saddens me to the core of my heart. Every corner of my house is now haunted with the memories of my Bambi. I still wear my half chewed slippers because it reminds me of her. When I had a rough day she used to lift my spirits. She use to wait for me in my room as soon as I get home. No other dog can ever replace her. Bambi left a huge void in my heart that no one can possibly fill in. This blog is especially in regard to my long lost pet. I hope she is content and in peace wherever she is.
(“Every corner of house is now haunted with the memories of my Bambi.”)